Those of you who read my blog religiously are quite aware of my hatred for the city I currently reside in. You also need to get a life. Because while my blog may be amusing at times, it certainly is not material worth building a religion on. I’ll leave that to Mr. L. Ron Hubbard.
In any case, a not-so-funny thing happened to me tonight. I needed a quick dinner, so I thought I’d call the local Baja Fresh and order something to pick up. It’s all very routine for me. I call in the order, take my special shortcut to the parking garage where I can park free for one hour with validation, pick up my order, hand the ticket to the parking attendant, and I’m back home in about ten to fifteen minutes. Well, that’s the way it’s supposed to work, at least.
Everything went according to plan. I parked in the parking garage, picked up my order, got my ticket validated, then drove up to hand the guy my ticket in the garage. Only instead of looking at the ticket and saying “thank you” and opening the gate for me to leave, he just stared at the ticket. And I waited patiently. Until he informed me that I owed him two dollars.
“Two dollars? I have a validation.”
“But you’ve been here for over an hour. The ticket says 18, it’s now 19.”
“I just got here. I’ve been here maybe five minutes!”
“The ticket says you’ve been here for over an hour.”
“I don’t care what the ticket says! I just got here. Trust me, I’m not trying to pull a fast one on you!”
In any case, the line of cars started getting longer behind me, and I realized how it must have looked to the drivers that followed me: Some asshole disputing a couple dollars. But I didn’t owe those fucking dollars. I didn’t owe him shit. But I paid him anyway, because it was obvious he was an idiot and he wasn’t going to budge.
Fuck you, too, Hollywood. Motherfuckers.
that sucks.
my uncle used to take a photo of himself driving his car into car parks like that.
also in the photo, he made sure he got that days newspaper (with date showing), and his watch showing the time he drove in.
plus a video tape.
signed by witnesses.
he could do all that for under $2; i’m sure it saved him money.
on a side note smivey, where do most of your referring hits come from?
That’s a really good idea, kris. I was actually considering dropping my pants and pissing on the parking attendant’s booth. They’d sure as hell remember me then. But your uncle’s methods would work, too. Also, I figured out that I could have just showed him the receipt for my food. However, he probably still wouldn’t have let me go.
On your side note, most of my hits still come from Google searches, since I cover such a variety of subjects.
bastards.
you should go back and pee on the booth later.
Dude, if you’re talking about the Sunset/Vine Baja the SAME Thing happened to me except I had to pay SIX dollars!?!?!? WTF!
It was actually the Hollywood/Orange Baja. But I still smell a conspiracy. Either that, or I forgot to wear deodorant again.
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